SiljeThree maidens from the Elven people will come,
Each to change the land they walk.
The First shall come from the deserts sands,
With fiery vengeance burning in her heart.
Marked once for home,
Marked twice for duty,
She shall Mark the world with the Advent's coming...
An excerpt from The Je'tith Dreams
Silje crouched amidst the darkness that surrounded her, waiting for her quarry to reveal himself. She waited patiently, as only an elf could. Her breath came in and out through her mouth, slowly, shallowly, her chest not even rising and falling with each replenishing lungful. She stared at the spot her target would stand, eyes fixated, as unblinking as a cat. She was perfectly still, every muscle frozen in spot, without even the slightest twitch to betray her position. At last, the time had come for her to put her skills to use, skills honed with sweat, blood, and tears throughout the last centuries. The Advent was drawing nearer, and she was to be the sign of its coming. It
Silje contest entry - RoughSilje crouched in the darkness surrounding her, waiting. The time had at last come for her to put to use her skills, honed throughout the last centuries. The time of The Advent was drawing nearer, and she was to be one of the signs of its coming. It was the greatest honor that could be had among her kind, among the elven kindred. She would be forever known in the histories of the elves as one of the Harbingers, one of the four who would signal the return of the elves to the world of men. And as a Harbinger, she was given a task of great difficulty and responsibility. It was now time for her to perform that task.
There, on the balcony. Her target had just stepped out into the streaming sunlight. Her mission, her task, was to kill this man on the day that he was most visible. As quiet as the shadow she hid in, Silje stepped out of her hiding, becoming visible for all to see. The crowd surrounding the balcony, stretching out as far as even her elven eyes could see, gasped and became silen